Tale of the broken generator light
The first
incident in this frank story materialized when Butch Foster was given on his
8th birthday a bicycle generator light. When he put the light on the center of
the handle bar, he tightened the nut tightly breaking the light. Butch walked down town to the Firestone store
walked in and out of the store without paying for the light.
Butch put
the brand newly obtained light on the handle bar without excessive torque this
time. He had unearthed a way to save money.
Four years later,
Butch was twelve when the family moved to down town SLC. Butch still had no
source of income and once again took up the practice known as sticky-fingers.
He lifted funny books, a bb gun, flash lights, most anything he wanted when the
store clerks looked the other way.
Four years
later when Butch Foster was sixteen, his family moved again into a upper class
pleasant neighborhood, a pretty one, too, directly across the street from
Liberty Park.
One dark
night Butch stood watch behind a growth of bushes while a newly made friend by
the name of Ernie Williams broke into a grade school and pilfered a bag of
stuff. Shortly after He was 16 years old, two other boys broke into a Mortuary.
The expensive things they pilfered from the mortuary constituted fishing reel, a watch and a portable
radio. The next day Ernie, while on his way to school, stopped at a used car
dealer's office gained entry by breaking a back door window and was caught red
handed under a table by an attack police dog at the broken pop machine coin
return.
Later that
day a police officer came to Butch's house and asked his mom about a Rolex
watch bought from the Ernie. Butch had to give the detective the Rolex,
was told to pick better company, and no he would not get the five bucks. Butch slipped out the back door that night after his mother was asleep. He decided to board the down town Bamberger to Ogden and put the stolen goods in a wooden box in a club house hole he had made in the middle of a raspberry patch, a few years back. He decided to cover the hole up until he was sure the cops wouldn’t come to his house and find it. Butch was becoming the kind of a boy his mother didn't want him to play with.
To be continued…Four years later; on a
dark rainy night with help from his best friend, Mike Brady, Butch tries to
recover the radio, fishing reel, money, etc.
DR. KARL WALLACE
D.D.S.
